<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:52:15.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Edge of Reasons~</title><subtitle type='html'>In a Cookie...
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Friends are the pralines...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-114433094300305364</id><published>2006-04-06T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:25:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reasons Why...</title><content type='html'>I apologise for the not-updating-my-blog-syndrome.  I had many things going on the past few months since February this year.  First of all, my work place are shifting to another location in Upper Bukit Timah.  We had many things to pack.  Just imagine as though you are relocating to a new home.  Being in this line,when a school relocated, it means, things from decorations in the classroom to the things in the store room are all going to the new school.  Even the things we keep which was meant to be for recycle purposes for the art and sensory activities has to be packed.  All i can say it was a move that made me sleep after i reached home from school for three days consecutively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the move, another thing happen too.  My other half's mother was critically ill and was hospitalized for four days.  One day in the normal ward and the next three days, in the Intensive Care Unit.  Sadly, Allah loves her more.  She left Zul, his sister and her family,his brother and family.  She was buried the next day after the Noon prayers (Zohor).  For the first time,i heard and saw Zul crying and reciting the Holy verses.  And for the first time, i witnessed  and attended a burial.  Then suddenly, it strucked me!  Zul is an orphan...I felt that if it was my own mother, i would have done the same thing.  Since that day, i vowed to take care of my parents better and not take them for granted.  As for Zul, i hoped to be there alongside him to guide and support him in things that he endeavoured.  There were many mixed feelings during this time... Part of me is saying, "Please make her well and healthy" and the other part of me is saying, "Dear God, if you want to take her,please take her now and spare the torture".  Five minutes later, she passed away.  And the night before, i was actually with Zul and did not want him to go home...On the day when the mom was transferred to ICU, i asked Zul, "Is it my fault?" I felt like sh**t.  I had nightmares after that night...This kind of thing, never play a fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am now,all relocated in the new school, learning about the behaviours of the other staff, keeping Zul happy, keeping myself happy, keeping things that keep falling down or apart... for example, like the decorations for the classroom walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days kenduri is coming up next...Soon, i guess...And my cousin who is 19 years old will be getting married soon too...*spoil market* hehehe...Now my aunties are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going to chase me...Sigh...All in the days of being a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your messages in the comment area...I have stopped using the thingy message...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care, wherever you are.Salamz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-114433094300305364?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/114433094300305364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=114433094300305364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/114433094300305364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/114433094300305364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2006/04/reasons-why.html' title='The Reasons Why...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113990429784572880</id><published>2006-02-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:06:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What had happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th February 2006...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that i blanked out of ideas to celebrate my other half's birthday. Early in the morning, i sent out messages by SMS to all my friends, who i think are the best people for ideas relating to such events. Normally, i would send my best wishes to that someone. Since i did that with my previous half and the relationship ended up bitter, i have decided that i wont repeat it again. So, with all the ideas and suggestions, i work up a plan. Take a trip up Sentosa by cable car, sit by the musical fountain by 8.45pm, eat cake as we watched the lights display and take a return trip to World Trade Centre. I even took the effort to find out information regarding the cable car's sky dining (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountfaber.com.sg/pdf/skydining.pdf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.mountfaber.com.sg/pdf/skydining.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). That, my friend, took up the space in my brain for the whole day. Alas, the day was ruined when my other half said "Let's just have dinner". I collected myself for not being upset and finally rattled out on him as he drives the car to Far East Plaza for dinner. I feel so much better, felt calm and he apologised and we ate until Puncak closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th February 2006...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;I do not make any plans except i had bought chocolates at Leonidas last night :o)&lt;br /&gt;Shall update soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, Zul's mom is hospitalized in Singapore General Hospital. She was diagnosed with lung infection. Please pray for her. Al-Fateha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113990429784572880?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113990429784572880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113990429784572880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113990429784572880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113990429784572880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-had-happened.html' title='What had happened?'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113714014560633504</id><published>2006-01-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:30:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its 2006 and hopefully everything had gone smooth.  First of all, i decided there will be no more flooble chatterbox for me.  Because i keep failing to update this blog due to the constantly busy environment.  So, if you need to drop your comment, kindly put in the comment column after the blog entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113714014560633504?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113714014560633504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113714014560633504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113714014560633504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113714014560633504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2006/01/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113437213135510325</id><published>2005-12-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:22:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you never know...</title><content type='html'>There are many things i want answers to; yet it is even stranger when i realised the truth.  Cliche yet true.  I read books on how to understand how men thinks and being a woman who reads men's magazine (its NOT all sex stuff, please!) i think i almost know how a man would solve a certain problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some excerpts from the magazine:&lt;br /&gt;If you just got dumped by your girlfriend, alone and seating at the bar by yourself, before you get squashed by emotions, think of all the negative things she had done to  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i guess it is some of the things us women do the same, right?Of course not all of us will be seating at the bar...Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, men and women are the same in all level.  It is how we perceive of each other that makes us think we are superior than the other gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men magazine are a good read if you want to know how a man handle a sitch.  You might even be surprise about the contents in the magazine.  There are some health tips too.  I never knew dried peaches are good for your health.  It is rated the number one fruit to eat in terms of vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourself out with Men's health.  Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113437213135510325?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113437213135510325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113437213135510325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113437213135510325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113437213135510325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-you-never-know.html' title='What you never know...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113282422938911692</id><published>2005-11-24T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:26:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ProJecT X NiTe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;My Colleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/1600/PB120037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/320/PB120037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Dina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shikin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/1600/PB120021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/320/PB120021.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Sonia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/1600/PB120019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/320/PB120019.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;During the nightout to Phuture and Rouge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113282422938911692?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113282422938911692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113282422938911692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113282422938911692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113282422938911692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-when.html' title='The Night When...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113282315198452557</id><published>2005-11-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:05:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is Thursday and i cannot wait for the weekends to arrive.  There has been so much werk to do and many preparations to be done...Amidst the hectic and busy days, i get to celebrate two events that is very meaningful to two of my colleagues.  The first event is that it is Shikin's birthday today and she has turned 22 years old.  The other event will be my colleague, Sonia's engagement.  She will be leaving for india for her engagement on Monday.  She gets to see her parents and future fiance there.  We celebrated by having a cake and some watermelons sponsored by the company.  *The watermelon is used for the children's sensory activity earlier on, so it is still from the company...Hehe...Rezeki...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life is still going on the same...After work and straight home...Weekends at home, finishing leftover work.  You wont hear the wedding bells soon if that's what you are thinking...  I'm still far from it.  Zul is doing great working and i'm doing great working too.  I think i'm a workaholic... But i cant help it... I like my job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope you guys are doing great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113282315198452557?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113282315198452557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113282315198452557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113282315198452557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113282315198452557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title='Hey...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113223306921100706</id><published>2005-11-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:11:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kind of Look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/1600/cory-kitten.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/320/cory-kitten.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113223306921100706?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113223306921100706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113223306921100706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113223306921100706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113223306921100706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/11/kind-of-look.html' title='The Kind of Look...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113204536579975691</id><published>2005-11-15T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:02:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast on This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/1600/leonidas-chocolate_1870_198528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/797/320/leonidas-chocolate_1870_198528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;You might never know what is in the chocolates...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113204536579975691?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113204536579975691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113204536579975691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113204536579975691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113204536579975691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/11/feast-on-this.html' title='Feast on This'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-113196560977382151</id><published>2005-11-14T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:53:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time</title><content type='html'>On the 11th November 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people really bloom later than anyone else... People would have gone to experience how clubbing life was like when they reach 14 or late teens. I started when i am 24 years old. The very first club was Phuture and Rouge on the same night. It was crowded in Phuture although the music was great.  As i am new to this environment,i found the clubs smoky, overcrowded and warm. I could feel my perspiration just the moment i entered the club. Maybe i am not used to it... My guy asked "How do you find the club?". I answered "I feel warm". He sniggered and said "Thats new".When we decided to bar-hop, we ended up in Rouge. The disc jockey was spinning some great songs and my colleagues were dancing to their heart's content until some rocker come on stage and we had stones stuck in our throat that we decide to return to Phuture again. We grooved to the music until the break of dawn and by then, we were really flushed from dancing and grooving away from maniacs. We had so much fun, we talked about that night until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues return home from clubbing with new found hopes and we are finally destressed... It was great that night, so much fun. So much so that the laughter and teasing was so much fun than the dancing part...I dance like the movie Hitch, when Will Smith was teaching his friend how to dance in front of the gal he like...Hahaha...So awkward but it was the safest move i could make as i was so concious of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-113196560977382151?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/113196560977382151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=113196560977382151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113196560977382151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/113196560977382151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-time.html' title='The First Time'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112893779485895277</id><published>2005-10-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:49:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well,if you have been keeping yourself updated about this information, i might just be the last person on this world to know. I have always thought that if i have the largest megapixel camera, the photos i took will have a clearer and sharp image and i also thought if the camera were to have the highest optical zoom, all the better. One fine day, as i stumbled into the what seem the most relaxed electrical shop, I was proven wrong by an electronic dealer, who knows his stuff more than my limited vocabulary. He has enlightened me with a good information which i might be too late to know. The truth is out...The digital camera which is of the 8 megapixel with a 1~2X optical zoom are largely for taking photos that were meant to be developed for a banner size. Meaning the image can be enlarged to the size of your pin-up favourite superstar poster. This is why the camera has limited optical zoom because it can enlarged the zoomed in image to the size of a poster. No point buying if the photos you take would only be enlarged to the size of an 8R. He recommended me the Canon Ixus 5.5, which is of 5 megapixel with 3X optical zoom. A clearer image. I asked about the Nikon cameras too, he told me that the Nikon camera, S1 has a built-in optical lens and it would not be great in producing images in the dark. The image would not be sharply zoomed in too. So, it is not about the megapixel or the optical zoom, it is about the purpose after getting your image taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other thing is about United Nations Day which was held in Chevrons, Boon Lay Way on the 1st October 2005. It was my first time to such occasion and i had been waiting to find out more. It is a function held to commemorate the United Nations Day. There were 16 booths that was set up by the different people in Singapore. These people representing their booths are from Nigeria, USA, Canada, Sweden, Norway, United Kingdom, Australia, New Zealand, China, Korea, India, Japan, Holland, Denmark and Ireland. Even Singapore were there too. They bring along their culture, national language, traditions and information about their countries. Its an exciting event to see the caucasians, europeans and euroasians there to celebrate the moment in one day. I was helping out with the booth from the USA. They did a theme on Hawaii and they brought along their grass skirts, surfboard, flower garlands, food found Hawaii such as the Haupia pudding and fruit salad. The whole ballroom was filled with delicious smells and wonderful posters, and not forgetting the souvenirs and information booklet. They took turns to be on stage to introduce their countries and made a few demonstration of songs and dance that was in their countries. Sweden and Norway made a breathtaking entry by dressing up as the Vikings. They even had their swords and their viking ship! Their children were dressed up too, according to the countries they represented. I was given a small booklet which acted as the international passport. Everytime i visit a booth, the people in the booth will put a stamp on my passport, indicating that i have visited them. There were alot of food to taste, recipes to take note of, souvenirs to collect, people to visit, languages to learn, information to keep and best of all, the fun i had going from one booth to the other. Its like visiting all the countries, effortlessly, in one day. To some people (like me), it might actually take years of saving up and years of MC leave, unpaid leaves and all the leaves the Government can offer just to spend a week in these countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sigh* Well,it can be done...The question is "When?" and "How?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Take care people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aloha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112893779485895277?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112893779485895277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112893779485895277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112893779485895277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112893779485895277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-about.html' title='Just about...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112720647462313845</id><published>2005-09-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:54:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...</title><content type='html'>Salamz friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog for eons... I hope things are doing fine and life has been great for you.  I had been busy at work, getting used to the environment as well as the colleagues and children in the school.  Alhamdulillah (Thank God) i have been managing alright.  Nisfu Syabaan just passed.  I hope you seek your doas from Him to help you gain your wishes in this life.  Ramadhan is coming up next and i hope you had prepare to meet this precious month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life with Zul has been great.  There are so much differences in this relationship comparing others.  I learned to treasure something that is more meaningful to life and that these will make me be aware of others better.  I am always learning about how life is going on and i hope that i will continue learning.  To those who have bitter ends in their relationship, i understand what you are going through.  The rule is to keep yourself happy and think positive.  There are better people for you out there somewhere,Just dont rush into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112720647462313845?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112720647462313845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112720647462313845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112720647462313845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112720647462313845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title='Hey...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112314809954417082</id><published>2005-08-04T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:34:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Here i am again in the school library to update my blog... Kesian seh... Apelah nasib ku... Ada computer kat rumah tapi takde Internet... *sigh* things i do for my own pleasure and torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my attachment as on Friday the 29th August... Yipee... Alhamdulillah... Tapi kesian pulak tengok budak-budak tu... Ape nak buat, parents yang hantar. Doa ku Buat mereka jelah... Tapi kalau orang kafir boleh kita doa' kan ke? Part nie kurang pasti. Tapi kalau ada yang tahu, sila tampilkan penerangan anda... Kalau panjang dan sangat takut hamba tak paham penerangan kamu, sila ke ruang Comment. Boleh lanjutkan penerangan anda di ruang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan baru hendak bermula setelah habis belajar full time selama 4 bulan. Dengan sukacita, hamba akan bermula di tempat kerja yang baru. I am gonna love that place because i had sit through half the day to observe the programs of the school. Sekolah baru, kawan kerja baru, budak-budak baru (expatriates oi), classroom baru, management baru (tapi gerek!), gaji baru (hehehe), mat baru (HAHAHA)... Ape lagi yang baru agaknye... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Segi bentuk badan, semakin kudut... Naik satu kilo happy dok... Tapi, short happiness... Suma kata nanti me dah ber-anak baru naik berkilo-kilo... tak pun bertonne-tonne... Itu sudah memang... Tapi, selagi ada slimming centre, nothing is impossible... heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mission on mind:&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Bachelor of Arts in Early Childhood&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Laptop&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Thumbdrive&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Digital Camera more than 8 megapixel with 12x zoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Mission In 2008:&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Driving Licence&lt;br /&gt;To Get A Marriage Certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C how my life goes...Till then take care, bebs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112314809954417082?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112314809954417082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112314809954417082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314809954417082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314809954417082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/08/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112314540512441482</id><published>2005-08-04T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:50:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu 4 The Day Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;rk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep: 5 min, Cook: 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 cup mushrooms (raw, thinly sliced)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups prepared turkey gravy&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. tarragon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb. sliced cooked turkey breast&lt;br /&gt;4 slices whole wheat bread, toasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combine stock and mushrooms in a heavy nonstick skillet over medium high heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sauté 3 minutes, or until tender and liquid is almost evaporated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in gravy, tarragon and mustard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add turkey slices and simmer until hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place turkey on toast and serve with gravy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per serving: calories 267, fat 7.1g, 24% calories from fat, cholesterol 45mg, protein 23.8g, carbohydrates 25.4g, fiber 2.8g, sugar 2.5g, sodium 972mg, diet points 5.9.Dietary Exchanges: Milk: 0.0, Vegetable: 0.2, Fruit: 0.0, Bread: 1.6, Lean meat: 0.3, Fat: 0.5, Sugar: 0.0, Very lean meat protein: 2.3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112314540512441482?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112314540512441482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112314540512441482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314540512441482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314540512441482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/08/menu-4-day-part-2.html' title='Menu 4 The Day Part 2'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112314488857714600</id><published>2005-08-04T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:41:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu 4 The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Grilled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prep: 10 min, Marinate: 10 min, Cook: 10 min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 ounce sun-dried tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 lbs. large shrimp, deveined&lt;br /&gt;skewers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prepare grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cover tomatoes with boiling water in a bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let stand 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drain tomatoes, reserving 1/4 cup soaking liquid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place tomatoes, reserved soaking liquid, lemon juice, oil, red pepper and salt to taste in a blender or food processor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Process until well blended and pour over shrimp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thread shrimp onto long skewers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place skewers on grill over medium heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grill 8 minutes, turning skewers occasionally and brushing with any remaining tomato mixture, until shrimp turn opaque throughout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Per serving: calories 261, fat 9.9g, 35% calories from fat, cholesterol 259mg, protein 35.8g, carbohydrates 6.3g, fiber 1.0g, sugar 2.7g, sodium 402mg, diet points 6.3.Dietary Exchanges: Milk: 0.0, Vegetable: 0.8, Fruit: 0.0, Bread: 0.0, Lean meat: 0.0, Fat: 1.6, Sugar: 0.0, Very lean meat protein: 7.7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112314488857714600?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112314488857714600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112314488857714600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314488857714600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112314488857714600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/08/menu-4-day.html' title='Menu 4 The Day'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-112296073257355052</id><published>2005-08-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:35:05.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rights of A Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;UN Declaration on The Rights of the Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Right to affection, love and understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Right to adequate nutrition and medical care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Right to protection against all forms of neglect, cruelty and exploitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Right to free education and full opportunity for play and recreation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Right to a name and nationality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Right to be among the first to receive relief in times of disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Right to special care, if di&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;The Right to learn to be a useful member of soceity and to develop individual abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Right to be brought up in a spirit of peace and universal brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Right to enjoy these rights regardless of race, colour, sex, religion, national or social origin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just so YOU know *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-112296073257355052?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/112296073257355052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=112296073257355052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112296073257355052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/112296073257355052'/><link rel='alternate' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who walk into a room and say, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well, here I am!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And those who walk in and say, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ahh, there you are."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111840241614624649?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111840241614624649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111840241614624649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111840241614624649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111840241614624649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/06/choose.html' title='Choose'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111840191628756531</id><published>2005-06-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:11:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Talk To Anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This book has taught me a lot on body language... A book of the same title by Leil Lowndes. The same author of &lt;em&gt;How To Make Anyone Fall In Love With You&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever admired those successful people who seem to have it all? You see them chatting confidently at business meetings, comfortably at social parties. They are the ones with the best jobs, the nicest spouses, the coolest friends, the biggest bank accounts, the most fashionable clothes. You see, nobody gets to the top alone. Over the years, people who seems to &lt;em&gt;'have it all'&lt;/em&gt; have captured the hearts and conquered the minds of hundreds of others who helped boost them, rung by rung, to the top of whatever corporate or social ladder they chose. How to Talk to Anyone gives you ninety-two of these little tricks used by these Big winners.  Since, I respect the rights of the author, I will write down the crucial points for you to try and experience this yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique 1: The Flooding Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't flash an immediate smile when you greet someone, as though anyone who walked into your line of sight would be the beneficiary. Instead, look at the other person's face for a second. Pause. Soak in their persona. Then, let a big, warm responsive smile flood your face and overflow into your eyes. It will engulf the recipient like a warm wave. The split-second delay convinces people your flooding smile is genuine and only for them. (Smile like how you would when you see a cute baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique 2: Sticky Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend your eyes are glued to your Conversation Partner's with sticky warm toffee. Don't break eye contact &lt;em&gt;even after&lt;/em&gt; he or she had finished speaking. When you must look away, do it ever so slowly, reluctantly, stretching the gooey toffee until the tiny string finally breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique 3: Hang By Your Teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualize a circus iron-jaw bit hanging from the frame of every door you walk through. Take a bite and, with it firmly between your teeth, let it swoop you to the peak of the big top. When you &lt;em&gt;Hang By Your Teeth&lt;/em&gt;, every muscle is stretched &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; perfect posture position. You are now ready to float into the room to captivate the crowd or close the sale (or maybe just settle for looking like the most important Somebody in the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique 4: Watch the Scene before YOU Make the Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearse being the Super Somebody you want to be ahead of time. &lt;strong&gt;SEE&lt;/strong&gt; yourself walking around with &lt;em&gt;Hang By Your Teeth&lt;/em&gt; posture, shaking hands, smiling the &lt;em&gt;Flooding Smile&lt;/em&gt;, and making &lt;em&gt;Sticky Eyes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;HEAR&lt;/strong&gt; yourself chatting comfortably with everyone. &lt;strong&gt;FEEL&lt;/strong&gt; the pleasure of knowing you are in peak form and everyone is gravitating toward you. &lt;strong&gt;VISUALIZE &lt;/strong&gt;yourself a Super Somebody. Then it all happens automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notes to Bloggers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; work on you, maybe you should get the book to find out more. There are more than just three techniques, so its worth reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where to get your purchase?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TIMES Bookshop or Borders the Bookstore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111840191628756531?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111840191628756531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111840191628756531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111840191628756531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111840191628756531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-talk-to-anyone.html' title='How To Talk To Anyone...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111839857271559980</id><published>2005-06-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:18:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Years of Friendship</title><content type='html'>04th June 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE most awaited event after much organizing...  I finally meet up with my primary school mates after years since our PSLE graduation.  There were ten of us, namely NurJehan,Noor Susilawati, Azlina, Rafidah, Fadhilah, Raihana, me and ^Z.He is the only guy who was in a group of girls.&lt;em&gt;~kesian~&lt;/em&gt;well anyways, we mit up in Breeks, Ngee Ann City.  We look some photos of our friends engagement to wedding phrase.  We reminisce the old times and talk about the present and future plans.  From how-do-you-do to what-shall-we-do...  The dinner at Breeks went smooth and after the meal, we walked to Starbucks, Liat Towers to meet another primary school friend, Kartini.  While walking, we talk with one another.  After reaching starbucks, we waited for some seats to be vacant.  It was a full house in Starbucks that night.  We had some drinks and continue reminiscing the past.  It was hilarious when we remember what we actually did in primary school.  It also makes us aware how things have change...  From singlehood to parenthood, from local education to overseas education, from naughty to nice and it goes on.  How wonderful it is to meet up with all of your mates.  I really had a great time that night.  Thanks people for making the night an unforgettable event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.07.1999 - 05.07.2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other significant year to remember is the year where i mit up with my ITE friends...  But that is another story for another time... hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111839857271559980?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111839857271559980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111839857271559980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111839857271559980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111839857271559980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-years-of-friendship.html' title='13 Years of Friendship'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111701852893578723</id><published>2005-05-25T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:19:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 21st May 2005...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy day for my mom and me as we were preparing for my cuzen's engagement function the following day. We started by going to the market after having our breakfast in Bagus, a branch of Banquet. We could not find all the things there so we decided to head down to Jurong East Central. There we stopped by the Red Man's Shop to get more of the bakery stuffs. The kinds of flour, baking powders, food colouring, the cake boxes and boards and pastry magarines. After the journey home, we settle down to bake and cook, nonstop until its ten at night. Satisfied by the product after the never-ending process, we took our well-deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 22nd May 2005...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorate the cake and pudding and clean up. We got ready to go to Yishun for the function. We had some difficulties getting the cab,so we had my mom's sister to fetch us. While waiting for my aunt to arrive, the ideas of "If Only-ies". "if only i had a driver's licence", "if only i could drive", "if only i had a car" started to bug my mind. Funny how, things like things always happened and then i forgot about it. Upon reaching there, i helped my mom to lay out the things we brought from home. My cousin were getting ready and she was busy being dolled up by her sister. I look intently and the bugging "If Only-ies" attacked again. "if only i have the money to get married", "if only he would ask me the question", "if only i'm married or engaged". Then, it disappears when my other hemisphere of the brain says "Wake up...Enjoy life". I did not think about it after that. Sort of like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3.30pm, the groom-to-be sides arrived. I witness the ceremony and i'm glad everything went smooth. I'm happy for my cuzen and i prayed that her engagement will lead to marriage. Then, came the worst bit where i was trying to avoid. The questions "So,when is your turn?" Don't you just sigh when you hear that question? I gave them answers like "Rilek lah,i'm still schooling what", "Wait first lah" or i just smile sheepishly.*sigh*Not that i dislike the questions or that i did not want to accept the fact i'm not engaged or married by now,it is just that i have alot of missions in my life that i needed to accomplish and achieve...I understand that being the first grandchild,everyone is looking forward to my big day, but what i have to say is Sorry ya, cuzens, if i disappoint you people, hehehe... (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note to the Singleton bloggers out there...&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't get things done the way you want it to be, unless you make the exception...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111701852893578723?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111701852893578723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111701852893578723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111701852893578723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111701852893578723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/05/engagement.html' title='The Engagement'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111589572833983030</id><published>2005-05-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:02:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ina's HatchDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11th May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday, i received a message via SMS from Fyz, informing me about the gathering that would be held on the 11th May 2005.  She told me that Nix had thought of a plan and had worked out the plan with Fyz. She told me that Nix decided to create a tall tale to surprise Ina. They planned to tell Ina that Fyz got into an accident while on her way there after purchasing a cake for Ina. So with the EviL plan in mind, I headed to Jurong East after i had finished my lessons in Learning Capital to meet up with Fyza, Aidah, Nix, Shuikin and Ina. Upon my arrival in Jurong Entertainment, Fyz and Nix decided to tell Ina that Fyz cannot make it because she got grounded. I met up with Aidah and Fyz who were discussing about how to bring in the cake into the restaurant with the candles lighted.  After much discussing, we decided to go in after all. When we approached our table, We sang Happy Birthday in a low voice, it almost sounded scary. Ina was taken aback and was delighted to see us and Fyz.  We ate pizza and shared some stuffs about how life has been going on. Finally, we cut the cake and enjoyed it. Shuikin smeared a little bit of cream on Ina's face.  Photographs were taken to relish these moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A birthday thought for a wonderful friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sometimes we are lucky enough to meet a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who stands out among all the other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;as being extremely special who knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what we are thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who is happy for us at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who is always there to talk to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who cares about us selflessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who is always truthful with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sometimes we are lucky enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to meet someone who is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;extremely wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my dear friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111589572833983030?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111589572833983030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111589572833983030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111589572833983030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111589572833983030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/05/inas-hatchday.html' title='Ina&apos;s HatchDay'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111580598988477291</id><published>2005-05-11T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:19:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Patiently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that you don't feel for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know that you don't feel for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The way I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're good friends, I value that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's nothing you need do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But as a friend I need to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What is in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;An unsaid truth is like a wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Keeping us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My love for you will go nowhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will just remain with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll hold it in my quiet arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And feel it constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My conscience for 7 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111580598988477291?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111580598988477291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111580598988477291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111580598988477291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111580598988477291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/05/waiting-patiently.html' title='Waiting Patiently...'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111509815080108799</id><published>2005-05-03T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:36:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A stranger who took and ran away with my purse while i was busy sweeping the corridor of the class in 1992. He took off like a lightning and i took off like a witch on a broom. He dropped the purse when he realise i was still after him despite the fact that he had run fast. He disappeared into his class. Under my breath and in between of catching some oxygen, i swear i was going to report him to the Discipline master. The discipline master was a tall,stout and fierce. His name is Mr Singh. I changed my mind after thinking the ordeal i wiil have to go through just to seek revenge. So,i let him be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The next day, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;^Z&lt;/span&gt; came with his two sidekicks and started to call me &lt;em&gt;Nenek Kebayan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Witch&lt;/em&gt;. He sang out songs,rhymes and stories just to fit in the word &lt;em&gt;Nenek Kebayan&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Witch&lt;/em&gt;. I did not agree to the name callings and i kept quiet after i fought back, hurling harsh words at him and his sidekicks. I remembered calling him &lt;em&gt;Bucky O' Hare&lt;/em&gt; because of his buck tooth. There is a cartoon program coincidentally that have the same name and a rabbit with buck tooth as the captain of the spaceship. My brother, Yusuf and i were his victims. I did not know why he had always find trouble with my bro and me. Then i realise that he is the friend of my cousin, Abang Iskandar. I got Abang Iskandar to so called threaten him. It worked! Miraculously...Primary 6 was smooth sailing and i thought i heard the last of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In 1994, i went on to secondary school. He went on to secodary school too. The same school that i went to! Apparently, Pioneer Secondary School was still being constructed, so their batch had to stay in Hong Kah Secondary School until the end of 1995. Everyday, i hated going to school because i have to face him. I hated more when it comes to getting results after the examinations because he would ask me my scores for Elementary Maths (i failed miserably on that subject!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One day, he came to me,together with his herd of friends,(Why 'herd'? Because he got ten people following him) and said "Eh, korang panggil dia Kak Yah tau, bukan &lt;em&gt;Witch&lt;/em&gt;. Kalau aku dengar korang panggil dia &lt;em&gt;Witch&lt;/em&gt;,korang jawab pada Iskandar." I could not believed my ears. My cousin did his job! I was so happy, i could fly! hehehe...So, every morning until the year 1995, i had his friends calling me Kak Yah as a form of respect. Its as if i'm Mafia's Godfather. I felt embarassed but i did not do anything about it. I let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1995 went and i was finally alone, without being harassed by ^Z or his faithful sidekicks. In 1998, i got into a serious trouble and i seek ^Z's opinion. He helped me through the ordeal and i began to change my mentality and perspective view of him. I graduated from secondary school and went on to ITE for two years. I met wonderful people who are now my bestest friends. In between the months, i do occassionally bumped into ^Z, but i didn't talk much because i was too shy and embarassed still about the serious trouble i had gotten myself into. Sometimes, We do talk on the phone to exchange news about each other. We even made a pact. Our pact was that when he is 25 and I'm 24, both still single, we should try each other out. Then, we went silent because i was in a relationship and he was in a relationship too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In a fasting month 2003, we bumped into each other again. Exchanging news about each other's life in the middle of the streets. We did not see each other again after that day. Surprisingly, in 2004, we bumped into each other in Town. We exchanged news and he promised to call. That very night, we talked about alot of things. Actually, I had known his home number since 1992 but have never made the attempt to call. Being a girl,Jual mahal ape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2005 February 14...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We made our pact come true. We realise it only after we had talked about our past and incidents that affected us. That very day, i had never been better. Three months, (including May 14th) had been like a holiday to Maldives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111509815080108799?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111509815080108799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111509815080108799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111509815080108799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111509815080108799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/05/our-history.html' title='Our History'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111398611069280165</id><published>2005-04-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:22:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Wau Fa Ya Kho'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meaning in Malay from direct translation of Jawi(arabic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~T A U F I K~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which ones you ask?THE guy from THE Singapore Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup yup yup&lt;/em&gt;...Last night was one of the night i would not forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call at 6.30pm just when i was about to slam my energy-drained body to the layers of mattress which i have put together (even that takes a long time.NO energy,babe!).It was FaizalCuzen.He told me that he has one extra ticket and also if i am available.When i asked him when,he replied simply without guilt,tonight at 7.30pm in Kallang Theater.I accidentally yell out "WHAT?!".I asked him what is the occasion and he simply asked me back "Who is your favourite idol?".Again i let out another "WHAT?!".Yet this time i did it with excitement.How many opportunities could you get?I asked him whether i could make it on time and he,without even thinking, said "Boleh punyer".Direct translation in improper english,"Sure can one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great excitement,i got ready and in a flash,i was out of the house.Ever wonder why things moved slowly when you wanted to it to go at top speed?You feel like kicking things that went slow.Finally,i reached Kallang theater and waited for Faizalcuzen to appear.He was running when he arrived.Pity,we had to rush through.We showed our tickets and climbed the stairs to get to the third level.By then,there was a huge crowd,already seated,waiting anxiously.We got to the top of the second last row and take our seats.From where we are,we could not even see Taufik if he were to start performing.All that we could see was the big and brightly lit title 'Taufik'.It was such a dismay but we cant complain because after all,its a free ticket.Then,a lady personnel came,giving instructions through her walkie-talkie,telling the people at the last row to come down to the second level.A sudden hope came as though it might be that we dont have to be seated there after all.I waited and waited and finally,the lady said,"Okay,the last row people, please come down and i need two people from here to go as well".That's us!Woohoo!!.Without hesitation,we stood up and walked down the stairs to the second level,grinning from ear to ear. There was some negotiations going on about who the two people are.Apparently,they all want to come along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second level,we sat and the rest is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Time pass quickly when you are having a good time and soon it was the encore.We waited for the crowd to leave before making our exit. Faizalcuzen got the oppportunity to take a picture with Aide Iskandar,the soccer player.We walked down to the lobby.I met Ina,her sister,cuzen and Raudhah.Faizalcuzen has to take some photographs of Taufik and i waited for him to finish his task.While i was waiting,i came up with an idea and i share it with ina.I asked ina whether Taufik could do his autograph for me in Jawi (arabic).Ina said "Asal boleh je...Impossible".I tried asking Faizalcuzen but he was very frustrated with the crowds and Taufik's management group.Then,when i was about to change my mind,and after much thought,ina said"Yah ah,Why not?". But of course,the meet and greet session was over even before i had the chance to ask Taufik...Sad but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you meet Taufik and had the opportunity to ask for his autograph,do tell him to write it down in jawi(arabic).And if just in case he might forget,do tell him its spelt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ta Wau Fa Ya Kho'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Then what you have to do is just write down Taufik in english just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111398611069280165?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111398611069280165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111398611069280165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A musician must make music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An artist must paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A poet must write&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If He is to be at peace with himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a man can be,He must be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~annonymous~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111345364262580524?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111345364262580524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111345364262580524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111345364262580524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111345364262580524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/04/will.html' title='WiLL'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-111226521621201728</id><published>2005-03-31T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:07:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday 25th March...&lt;br /&gt;My compardres launched our maiden Barbeque party in East Coast Beach Pit number 22.Much preparations and planning were made just to have the most unforgettable event of the year 2005.The hours before the final moments are used up by being busy preparing the main dish and getting the things needed for the barbeque.Before i left for the East Coast park,the weather had been rather gloomy.It started out drizzling and only to get heavier when i waited for the taxi along the main road.The moment the taxi appear,i rush to get in and out of the rain, unknowingly,that the wire grill had caught on hold of my headscarf.I pulled the wire grill and the wire grill pulled the fine threads of the headscarf.It succesfully made the headscarf folded like curtains.Anyways,the excitement and fun deter the mind from thinking about it.The cab drove to Shuikin's place and then to pick Nix up at West Mall Taxi Stand.We headed to East Cost Beach.It took us forever to get there because of the long queue to enter the beach itself. There was a lot of cars,waiting to enter the beach.While in the taxi,we talk about the events and who we are expecting to arrive later in the evening.We anxiously wait until the taxi reached the Mcdonald's driveway.I paid for the fare while Nix and Shikin got the things from the taxi's boot. We carried the things to the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Pit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet up with CT,Ina and Fyza,who was already preparing the food and the fire for the barbeque.We took the time to get the things ready and finally,a few guests strated to arrive. The first to arrive was Mr Rman,CT's guy,then FaizalCuzen and Tempeh and Taugeh.Mr Souly and then Aidah and Husband.We had alot of catching up to do and it was unfortunate that i had to leave early for my friend's invitation to her sons' birthday party at Aloha Resort,Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloha Resort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souly drove to the resort and after a few wrong turns,we finally reached the resort.We were greeted by my friend,Kak Maslina and her husband,Abang Kamal.Her sons,Adik and Abang too greeted us.We sat down and talk for a while.There were other people there too,like Kak Mas's families and her relatives.We ate and talk over food.It was almost midnight when we reached home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-111226521621201728?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/111226521621201728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=111226521621201728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111226521621201728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/111226521621201728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/03/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-110994222041412603</id><published>2005-03-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:17:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day</title><content type='html'>Last Friday,i had the chance to meet up with the coolest people in my life...They are Ina,Fyza and my Twin Tak Official (TTO).I mit up with TTO earlier in Dhoby Ghaut to have TTO's hair cut.We surveyed the best salon with the most affordable price range.We went from Kimage to Hair Mechanics to Jean Yip Hair Salon.Jean Yip salon look huge with many stylists looking busy doing their customers's hair.The best thing is that they will ask you whether it is your first time there.And Voila! they arrange for their best people to do your hair...Its a business kind of thing... You have the best people to do for you your best hairdo,you will come back for more...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTO have her hair done,while i waited for her.It took a short time to feel cold and to shiver like icebergs...The whole hair thing ended an hour later.She look like a rock chix with the hair erm gel like thing... We had to rush to mit up with ina and fyza at Kinokuniya,Bugis.We headed to Victory to have murtabak...Its not one of a kind of murtabak but three different kinds...The chicken,mutton and the tuna kinds....Imagine the load of our stomachs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After allowing our stomachs to inflate,we walk around Arab street to find Ina's Indulge Bakery shop.God knows where!After that we walk to the Gotham City like building and lepak (malay slang for hanging out).We made some plans,jokes and laugh our heads off.Around 9 ish,we went back home.TTO mit up with Mr Rman and i went home with Ina and Fyza.In the train,we talk about having our sleep disturbed by the supernaturals,our times during ITE,about life.We had too much kekeks that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day out.Somehow,with these people in my life,i could never ask for more...I am glad to have meet this folks....Keep shining,people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-110994222041412603?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/110994222041412603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=110994222041412603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110994222041412603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110994222041412603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/03/great-day.html' title='Great Day'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-110861465288348184</id><published>2005-02-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T12:30:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hehehehehe*</title><content type='html'>My friend and i went to Breeks at Ngee Ann City after work for dinner on Tuesday,15 February 2005.We had our table ready by the waiter,who is kiut...and small... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:oP&lt;/span&gt; We ordered and wait for our meal, talking and joking over dinner and was having a good time.After our main course,Aisyah excused herself to the ladies.I ate my dessert,while waiting for her.Three minutes later,I received a call from Aisyah."Leah,I'm stuck!Macam mana?I tak boleh keluar.""You kat mana?""I dalam sini lah!Tak boleh keluar" I found out that she got stuck after opening the fire exit door.She thought it leads to the ladies.There is no handle to open the door.Sort of like a one way door...I could not help but burst into laughter...Kesian...Tapi tak boleh tahan..."You keluar kejap ,tolong i buka pintu"I told her i cant cos i belum bayar...Ada ke nanti kes tipu pulak...I panik seh...I ask which way she took but she panic and cannot give her directions clearly.Finally,she took the stairs and went down to the first floor.I waited anxiously,looking at my ice cream which is melting,tempted nak abiskan...tapi tetap sabar tunggu member yang stuck.Dalam 3 minit gitu,she appeared.The moment i saw her,i ketawa...kekek... :o) She was grinning and told me her experience.The signage above clearly shows the elevator. Its a picture with a box and people inside the box.She thought its the toilet sign.I told her "Tu bukan toilet lah,kan i dah bilang you.Tu lah tak caya lagi..." She scrutinized the pix and finally admit "ah ah lah...."She laugh then we both laugh til our stomach hurts.We went out of Breeks and took the elevator.When she saw the fire exit dor,she quickly pull my hand and told me "Leah,bukan kat situlah"I told her lift sini lah,(lift tu on the right,the door is in the centre) sebesar besar lift tu dia tak nampak.Dia nampak pintu tu je...Kesian sampai phobia member.Dah sampai Plaza Singapura,dia nak go toilet.I asked "Tadi tak pegi ke?"Dia kata tak jadik,panik sangat....A day of misdirection....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-110861465288348184?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/110861465288348184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=110861465288348184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110861465288348184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110861465288348184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/02/hehehehehe.html' title='*Hehehehehe*'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-110749751584401863</id><published>2005-02-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:29:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orangettes...</title><content type='html'>I am an avid fan of chocolates whether the luxurious kinds or simply the cheapest chocolate available in the NTUC.On my 22nd birthday,my colleague cum friend,Ermayani,brought me to Leonidas after we ended work.The main shop is located in CitiLink at Cityhall and the other outlet is in Orchard Hotel Galleria.Actually,we had bypass the place many times,only to enter,browse and exit.The sight of those chocs just drive you nutsy.The sweet malay lady at the counter always smile when customers came in and exit without buying any.Her name is DeeDee.She used to work at Lanvin.Now,she work for the Newton's.*I guess,by now,you are wondering how i know so much,hehehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my december holidays,I was given the opportunity to work for Leonidas Confeserie Newton.DeeDee had asked me when i came to buy some chocolates from her. Instantly,i agreed.Who would be crazy to turn down such offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1 December,i came to the Leonidas to start my day.I made a new friend by the name of Mardhiyah.She is a student at a private school undertaking her Diploma in Business.She is 19 years old.When i first saw her,i tot she was slightly mature looking.Little did i know,she made a great partner.We start our first day by learning how to wrap the boxes and ribbons without having the use of tapes.Being unused to these,we took a bit of time getting used to it.DeeDee was very patient...Thank Allah.Then on,we learn the types of chocolates Leonidas have,the similarities and difference of the chocolates.It is surprising to know the facts which people dont know and had always assume about chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our lady boss,Mrs Francoise Newton,and she is the most down to earth boss i have ever known.She brought us to see our temporary booth in Takashimaya and we went shopping for our uniforms at Giordano (which is white collar shirts,Takashimaya rules and regulations).On the 6th December,we met Mr Joseph Franklin Newton,our Mr boss.He is also the most down to earth boss.We started setting up the stall and prepare for sale.Unfortunately,the techies send the wrong kind of fridge and the chocolates started to be soft.The days pass by after changing the choc fridge thrice.We made a lot of sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a choc promoter for the first time,it seems that we are doing fine,way fine.We started to get to know our neighbours,which we discreetly gave names to,for our future reference. There's the wine ladies,Lily,Brenda and Ai Chin,the Apple Stix gals,fennie,princess, *gee!i forgot some of them*,Honey ladies,Maggie and *yikes...Cant remember*,The chocolate box ladies and handsome manager,the Gingerbread man from Heinstand Swiss Bakery and Confectionery,Mr James.We became close friends and everyday i look forward to meeting each other.There are also ups and downs during the days there with the customers,their attitudes and behaviour.It makes you wonder what is happening to the world today.Whether high education really matter to make people a nice citizen.Sometimes,the ones that we usually look down at especially the old ladies and old men who dress in simple clothes,typically nyonya and apeks,are the ones that bought most of the chocolates.Some had with them a thousand dollars vouchers.Meanwhile,the highly educated ones are the ones that asked idiotical questions despite giving them information earlier.Somehow,something is wrong with their ears and brains.So,try not to discriminate the old generation.I learnt it the hard and embarassing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th December,Mr Gingerbread,James,gave me a free log cake.I insist on paying but he dismissed the idea.I went home like a contented child,holding the cake box firmly,walking past through the crowds of people who are crazily spraying the artificial snow at people,snubbing at a few who pushed and brushed me rudely.I had the cake with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,if you dropped by Takashimaya B2 level,there are some foodstuff i would recommend you. For not terribly sweet chocs,go to Royce and try their cocoa dusted chocs.*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Moral Education to those who are not morally educated:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please don't say 'ooh,your chocolates are sweet'.Like DUH!if its not sweet,then its not chocolates,try eating lemons instead.When someone gives you a free sample,take it with grace and thank the person.No point taking it when you play hide and seek while the promoter is busy talking to someone else.We still know what you did.And,if you are not interested to buy,don't ask irritating and idiotical questions.It points back to how low and inept you are.It also show how difficult it is to educate obstinate customers and worst,risk not making a sale.Don't be a jerk just because you want to make the promoter's day worst because you might never know what we might surprise you when you check whats in the bag of yours ;o) &lt;/span&gt;There is a GOGO Express if you need sausages to go,cut fruits and freshly made fruit juice at the fruit counter and at Heinstand,there are pastries.Go for the pineapple danish,chocolate bun.The price for certain pastries dropped to 2 for $2 when it is at nine.The garlic bread at Four Leaves is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-110749751584401863?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/110749751584401863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=110749751584401863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110749751584401863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friendship**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I was cold and hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;lost out in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;wandering and searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;for heaven's light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I saw the night sky clearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;when you spread your rainbow wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;But little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;what joy you would bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;From that moment on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;a friendship did start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;you kissed away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;and sheltered my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I bless the day God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;sent you from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;But then I grew fearful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;for I had fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I told you this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;and what did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;You said you liked our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;and that's how it would stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I cried for a friendship I thought I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;But then felt your warm, gentle hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;You then whispered in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;that by my side you'll forever stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-110723655657130988?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/110723655657130988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=110723655657130988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110723655657130988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110723655657130988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-that-someone.html' title='For That SomeONE'/><author><name>Witchy Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644173306320799776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358544.post-110715118174022146</id><published>2005-01-31T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:01:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 4 U</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Upon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a seat upon a cloud and make yourself at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are now inside my dreams,inside a book,inside a poem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where anything can happen if you only make it real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plunge into my waters if you are not afraid to feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take off your shoes and close your eyes,relax upon my sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Join me in my land of dreams,reach out and take my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me share my dreams with you until you find your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take you there if you believe,take mine out on loan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where birds are words so gracefully they glide across the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave behind your worries; here the rules do not apply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick my flowers if you like and plant a seed or two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paint the sky in polka dots if you do not like it blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climb my trees,face your fears;erase them one by one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the World from up above and don't stop at the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world starts raining down and the sun is out of sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your dreams control your mind and help you through the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place inside my dreams for all who care to roam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So have a seat upon a clould and make yourself at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Danielle Rosenblatt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10358544-110715118174022146?l=witchbeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbeb.blogspot.com/feeds/110715118174022146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10358544&amp;postID=110715118174022146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10358544/posts/default/110715118174022146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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